Guardians of Ga'Hoole: A New Era

[★ nirvana,]

(I would not mind at all.)

Name: Liam
Age: 4 1/2
Gender: Male
Rank: High Tyto

Liam perched on the surface of the hard branch on the top of the stone mountain, with a vast land deep below it. With his mate beside him, he called for all of the Pure Ones to gather, from Sooties, to Grass, to Masked Owls. The Sooties, however, were always in the back, for they were less pure than all the other species of Tyto's, according to the Pure Ones, that is. Liam looked down at them with his one-eyed, stone cold glare. Finally, he spoke. "Pure Ones! We will rule the owl kingdoms once again, and we shall destroy those pesty Guardians who dared destroy us before! However, now we are stronger! Nothing can defeat us. We are pure!" His talons, hidden by his battle claws that he always wore, gripped the branch even tighter. He looked towards his mate, a small glint in his eye.

[Gabjas]

Name: Fern
Age: 59 moons
Gender: Female
Species: Barn Owl
Kingdom: Pure Ones
Rank: Queen of the Pure Ones; Mate to the High Tyto
Mate: Liam
Personality: She is a calm and collected ruler that chooses her words carefully, she often clears up any misunderstandings that may occur due to her mate's sometimes rude tendencies. She is a master of disguise and a talented owl for collecting information from enemies; she uses her charm and wit to form fake alliances with owls and gather pieces of information from them. When she is done, however, she often murders them in a time of weakness such as when they are sleeping or have their back turned. She is a capable fighter and flier, but she tends to be somewhat vain and jealous at times. If Liam even speaks to a female owl, she will most likely be hovering at his side, making sure that he will only love her and will never stray.
Appearance: This is Fern without her traditional Pure One markings.
An elegant Barn owl, she has her feathers dyed white and red to symbolize her purity and height in the ranks of the Pure Ones, a tradition that has lasted for generations. Her entire body is stained with pure alabaster, crimson accenting the tips of her wings and the very rim of her tail feathers. She has three red dots beneath each of her entrancing eyes.
History: Raised in the heart of the Pure Ones, Fern was trained from hatching to one day take over as Queen of the Pure Ones. She advanced through the ceremonies rapidly and when her father passed on, she took hold and proved an able ruler like the one before. She was merely eighteen moons when a new Barn owlet arrived with particular promise. She encouraged he perform his tupsi and he soon had slaughtered a good friend of his for his initiation. Fern was pleased, and as he grew older, the two became mates. He became High Tyto and she, his beautiful queen.
Codeword: FeatherSnout

[★ nirvana,]

(A little bit older, but not much older than Liam.)

[f l i g h t.]

Name:
Amity
Age:
23 Moons Old (Almost 2 years old)
Gender:
Female
Species:
Great Horned Owl
Kingdoms:
The Forest of Ambala
Rank:
Guardian-in-training. Search and Rescue Chaw.
Appearance:

Personality:
At first meeting, Amity tends to be distrustful, withdrawn, observational, and silent. But as you spend more time with the owl, you'll find that her true self is much kinder. She'll crack jokes, but not all that often. Most of the time she is either rolling thoughts around in her head, practicing her battle moves, or just enjoying the feel of the wind across her feathers. Amity prefers peace over war - her name literally means friendship, and peace - but when war is inevitable, she is like a hidden blade just waiting to be unsheathed. She is cunning, swift, and she contemplates her moves often quite carefully.
History:
When she was about 2 moons old her parents were killed by a group of Pure Ones scouting the forest of Ambala; she was smart enough to hide in a little nook in the hollow when the cruel owls came to check out the nest for any chicks. She was old enough to be on the verge of flight, but she had no one to teach her what to do. The young owl pictured the way her parents had flied over and over in her mind before finally building up the courage to try it herself. She had hopped onto one of the branches and then onto a lower one, then she spread her full-fledged wings. Flapping them a few more times to get the feel for it, she jumped up and down, still too nervous to actually try and fly. So instead she half-glided, half-fell onto yet another lower branch, and so on. This technique took her a while, but eventually she taught herself how to fly. Since she was self-taught, she wasn't a very good flier. She was noisy and clumsy and didn't have very good rhythm.
When she 5 moons old and making a short journey out of the hollow to catch some food, her clamorous flying attracted the attention of a few messengers who were familiar with the journey to the Great Tree. Sympathizing with Amity, they assisted her on her way to Ga'Hoole and left her there in the company of the Guardians. She didn't believe she was actually there, at first. She has lived in the Great Tree for about 17 moons. She has improvement majorly in flight and battle technique since she arrived, and now is in the Search and Rescue chaw. She dreams of becoming a full-fledged Guardian one day.
Codeword:
FeatherSnout

[Gabjas]

Awesome. This is accepted!

[f l i g h t.]

{ Great! Thank you; I can't wait to join ^.^ }

[Gabjas]

Feel free to join in on the roleplay anytime. It is always open and always accepting! :3

[f l i g h t.]

{ From what I read, I'm assuming that most of the Guardians/owls at the Great Tree are still partyin' it up. By the way, it's been over a year since I read the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series, so my knowledge about things will predictably be quite rusty. }

Amity perched upon a gnarled branch high above the ground. There was an opening in the tangle of leaves and wood around her, which allowed her to gaze out over the gently sloshing water of the Great Sea of Hoolemere, surrounding their precious island. The black sky was dotted with stars and a gentle breeze wafted off the ocean, stirring the leaves around her. Amity knew that most of the owls were in the tree partying and having fun, but she just wasn't in the mood to go drink bingle juice and gleek about.

[Falkenfire]

Name: Emerald
Age: (in moons please) Seven
Gender: Femalle
Species: (owls only unless you have already submitted a character and participated in two roleplays at least): Eastern Screech Owl
Kingdoms: She comes from Silverveil
Rank: She wants to be in the collier chaw, which would mean she would have to be in weather interpretation as well.
Appearance:
Personality: She's very upbeat but it's hard to gain her trust, once you gain it she will die for her friends. Break the trust once, however, it is very hard if not impossible to gain back.
History: She was thrown from the nest as a child by her mother, her father delivered her at the tree for a better life before going to the Northern Kingdoms to train as a soldier.
Code word: FeatherSnout

[Gabjas]

Very nice, amtera. Welcome to the group. This bio is approved.